The process of healing
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Last published Thu, Feb 6, 2020
Life sucks. We are all going through serious stuff that prevents us from being happy and embracing who we truly are or wanna be.
We are confronted with life and the upcoming problems every day, forced to challenge what fears us the most.
It's never easy and we will fail, again and again through all the ups and downs.
Even though we all struggle, only few talk about it. I want to change that.
Instead of putting others down with our negativity we should lift us up by telling our stories to those who need them, those who need to be understood and those who want to understand what it is like to not be mentally, physically ok.
It's normal to feel like a mess and to have bad days but we can only try to make the best of it by not letting this influence our way of life in a negative way. Life is a lesson and we have to accept that rain sometimes is necessary for our growth.
I challenge my anxiety, the depression and my mind that keeps telling me I'm not good enough.
I challenge my eating disorder, the hate I feel for my body and the physical consequences of starving.
I WILL HEAL
And we will achieve happiness
Let's start this journey and kick life's ass!
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